“No; that quiet Mr. Lyon pointed it out to me when we were talking about Montana. He had been there.”
“By-the-way, Mr. Henderson,” my wife asked, “do you know what has become of Mr. Lyon?”
“I believe he is about to go home.”
“I fancied Miss Eschelle might have something to say about that,” Morgan remarked.
“Perhaps, if she were asked. But Mr. Lyon appeared rather indifferent to American attractions.”
Margaret looked quickly at Henderson as he said this, and then ventured, a little slyly, “She seemed to appreciate his goodness.”
“Yes; Miss Eschelle has an eye for goodness.”
This was said without change of countenance, but it convinced the listener that Carmen was understood.
“And yet,” said Margaret, with a little air of temerity, “you seem to be very good friends.”
“Oh, she is very charitable; she sees, I suppose, what is good in me; and I'll spare you the trouble of remarking that she must necessarily be very sharp-sighted.”